Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.